The glass was broken
long before
it hit the ground

the rust made home
on the metal fence
before it stood

my childhood hair
so soft and fair
was always white
and dead

this beating heart
and warm flesh
will find the earth
and feed the roots

impermanence
the greatest gift
without ending,
without loss,
appreciation
and love for life
could never be

vastness
abounding infinite
ever present
sitting there
behind the labels

we humans
categorize
separate this universe
with our mind
dividing
the one

but there it is
infinite in size
and wonder
sitting there
behind our thoughts

we create
this life
this human life
our important world
our jobs
our money

deep down
well all know
there is a greater truth
behind our man made
distraction

however we choose not
to face the mystery
because we are too afraid
of not knowing

so we pretend
we pretend that we know
we create our story
in complete ignorance
forgetting the wonder
choosing to overlook
our beating hearts

we don't see the trees
we don't see the streams
the stars are pointing
to our souls
begging
for us to wake up

we are not just human
we are not just individuals
we are the essence
we are the wonder
we are the universe

when will our hearts dance?
is this prison so believable?
the morning commute
will lead us further
towards delusion

wake up
wake up
ask yourself
what am I?

This vessel has a name
I hear it all the time
I?
I hear it all the time?
Who?
I'll let the thought pass
wait
where did the thought come from?
Thoughts?
Whose are they? Oh yeah..
mine... mine...mine?

At night
this body falls to a thin mattress
on this wooden floor
a lone cornered lamp
set to the tone of gloom

this vulnerable mind
retracts with a cringe
as the pattern retires
to fuzzy static

The filth it crawls
from my brain to the walls
a slow burning
ill tempered
panic.

and as I lay in bed
partnered with this troubled head
confusion is my lover
and cuddles in close

just what am I?
Just what is this?
what mask will I wear
when the sun wakes me?

Innocence
Unconditioned
Pure
Radiant

Opinionless
Present
Aware
Open

A sliver of light
in darkened haze
teaching without preaching
innocent eyes
without boundaries
inherently loving
their unbiased heart
is a compass
for us all

Nonsensical
Experimental
Rain falls from clouded mind
that's where I spend
most of the time

Swimming inside
last week I tried
right now I breathe
tomorrow I die

At home yet gone
Lugubrious pawn
feeling so off
when the switch is flipped on

Smile through it all
small is the new tall
wings on my back
yet I'm choosing to crawl

kings
queens
rhythms
beans
slippers
shoes
horses nay
cows say
yatatatatatata

Oh food
Used many years ago
For nourishment
And survival

Used today
As a tasteful way
To relieve
Pent up stress

Addicted
You are my friend
Happy to appease
My selfish tongue

In food
There is escape
A small light
Of blissful ignorance

When friends can't help
And therapy won't do
I always know
I can count on you

Food

All those years
I was looking for God.
"His words are in this book."
They would say.
"He can be found
above us, in Heaven."
It seemed so absurd
so preposterous.

Onward, looking, looking, looking
scouring this world
for a sign.

Until one day
while riding on the city bus
watching snow flakes fall
a warmth grew within
the very marrow of my soul.

As my thoughts dissolved
like the snowflakes on the window
I began to laugh.

All these years
searching outside my Self
when all I had to do
was look within.